CHAPTER TEN
“I need to go inside the lab,” Luke said.
The balding man with the pronounced paunch shook his head just slightly. He leaned back in his chair. He was Wesley Drinan, Ph.D., Director of the Galveston National Laboratory. He wore a long white lab coat, instead of the suit from the day before. The coat had various stains on it. He had a pair of safety goggles on a cord draped around his neck. Drinan had returned to his natural environment.
Even so, he did not seem relaxed. He seemed sick. His face was red and a fine sheen of sweat gave a glossy look to his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot and tired. His skin was off-white, like a color you might paint the finished basement.
Doing a quick round-trip to Washington to answer questions from the President didn’t seem to agree with
